I bet you have heard him David. His most famous is the song “Werewolves in London”, where he howls throughout the song. “Ahhhooooohhhh, Werewolves in London.”
You can hear clips from Amazon, if you’re interested:
Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don’t give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain’t been right since Viet Nam
“Sweet Home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy’s doing Sister Sally
Grandma’s dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We’ll get through somehow
“Sweet Home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I’m going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain’t much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
“Sweet Home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
David, surely you must be familiar with “Excitable Boy”?
It’s the song that helped me recognize Chris Locke as a kindred Spirit.
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy
He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette’s leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy
Okay, it gets worse from there, but, you know how it is with voice.
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
by Warren Zevon
Roand was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner…
Roland the Thompson gunner…
His comrades fought beside him – Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland’s head
Chorus: Harmony:
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
Norway’s bravest son
But time stands still for Roland
‘Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who’d done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun – he didn’t say a word
But he blew Van Owen’s body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner…
Roland the headless Thompson gunner…
Roland the headless Thompson gunner…
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it’s ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland’s Thompson gun
And bought it
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I bet you have heard him David. His most famous is the song “Werewolves in London”, where he howls throughout the song. “Ahhhooooohhhh, Werewolves in London.”
You can hear clips from Amazon, if you’re interested:
Amazon: Best of Warren Zevon
And of course his favorite tune among lawyers: “Send Lawyers, Guns & Money.”
…and then there’s the endearing:
Play It All Night Long (Warren Zevon)
Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don’t give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain’t been right since Viet Nam
“Sweet Home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy’s doing Sister Sally
Grandma’s dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We’ll get through somehow
“Sweet Home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I’m going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain’t much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
“Sweet Home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
wow, that makes me sad if it’s true that you never heard a Warren Zevon song… :/
David, surely you must be familiar with “Excitable Boy”?
It’s the song that helped me recognize Chris Locke as a kindred Spirit.
Okay, it gets worse from there, but, you know how it is with voice.
Warren Zevon Sucks Serious Balls! That Faggot, He Has never Probably Been to the South! Werewolves of london is Fucking Stupid!
Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
by Warren Zevon
Roand was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner…
Roland the Thompson gunner…
His comrades fought beside him – Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland’s head
Chorus: Harmony:
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
(Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
Norway’s bravest son
But time stands still for Roland
‘Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who’d done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun – he didn’t say a word
But he blew Van Owen’s body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner…
Roland the headless Thompson gunner…
Roland the headless Thompson gunner…
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it’s ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland’s Thompson gun
And bought it
i miss him
sean riggins don’t know how to spell his own name so what does he know about how to write lyrics?